These times shall occur,
Oft wanted so,
A loving touch
A celestial glow.
Eyes that look
Deep into despair,
To carry the burden,
My heart cannot bear.
Rick Stassi (c) 2011-2022
these times
Category Archives: Poetry
Pensive
Springing, seeping,
waters flow.
Lithely, floating,
Autumn glow.
Waxing, moaning,
harvest sky.
Closing eyes,
sorrowful cry.
(c) 2021 Rick Stassi
Prayer for Wisdom
I seek holistic wisdom,
Beyond my furthest reaches.
To cast out temporal leanings,
Embracing God who teaches
Rick Stassi
Copyright 2021
Prayer for Goodness
I surrender all of me to goodness,
Surpassing mortal reason.
To achieve focal ascension,
And see a perfect season.
Rick Stassi
Copyright 2021
your season
The dried grasses of late summer
are bending and sprawling
from dew borne on
the cooler night of a changing season.
Slumber is rejuvenation and dreams
encapsulate fanciful recounts of
life thus far.
Embracing change is
shedding the old skin of the past with
renewal to behold new life.
Weather abides and
turns dismal with fog once again
hovering above the earth as the icy
hoarfrost blankets the ground
to ensure no coldness escapes.
It is natural and it is essential.
As the last rusty leaf from the sycamore falls,
I am reminded all things are as God intends.
Take a deep breath and be reborn into
the change in this, your season.
(C) 2020 Rick Stassi
Absolute’s End
Absolute
Black and White –
Resolute
Adamic domicile.
A black storm
Veiling blue sky.
Thin ray
Cast from persistent
Sun steadily
Erodes
Status quo and
Dubious good.
With sunlight
Upon crystalline
Droplets,
Rainbow backdrops
A dove fleeing
Noah’s flood with
Olive branch
Ushering in
An inclusive
Love and a
Greater good.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
soon autumn
Charlotte Bernstrom
Drag on, fetid air.
Now only the lilac perseveres
with the imminence
of dank, heavy mist
on a leaf-covered lane.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
someone sweet
Monet
When early softness
alights on
tired golden fields,
a scent embodies
the morning.
It is here that
I am young again –
waiting for the school bus
on a country road
without a thought
of being older,
but rather pleasant
hope for an open seat
next to someone sweet.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
tired heart
Long gone are those times
of somber sunsets
and restful nights.
How I wish the feeling
of breathing
the predawn air
would never end.
Gardenia scent so rich
in late night dew-
from outside
into my arable
formless soul,
awaiting
the hands of
God
to sow and nurture
a seed of love
in my tender
but tired heart.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
of somber sunsets
and restful nights.
How I wish the feeling
of breathing
the predawn air
would never end.
Gardenia scent so rich
in late night dew-
from outside
into my arable
formless soul,
awaiting
the hands of
God
to sow and nurture
a seed of love
in my tender
but tired heart.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
Love Serene
A moment without God
The amber hue
of our inward vision
is mired in
doubt.
Flee
to greener leas
of godly peace
to wisdom in
waters deep
and love serene.
(c) 2020 Rick Stassi
Jesus, Light of the World 